Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Twenty

"Are we berry picking?" I question Harry with shock.

I've been watching him drive for nearly half an hour. The sunlight hitting his face perfectly. His green eyes melted just beneath the sun and in return, my heart did the same.

I see a strawberry cutout on the side of a dirt road, above it was another large sign that read "Berry for days" and a large rush of excitement rushed through me.

"Maybe, possibly, yes." I couldn't find words. I've never done anything this cute. I went out to dinner with Brandon but it was always just because he wanted to hook up afterwards. He became a toxic cycle in my life. He only wanted me in one way, sex.

It has been over a year. He wasn't even a thought at this point, not anymore. I wish him the best but I could care less about him. He was an asshole. He was my first everything and I hope Harry is my last but we are both young and forever is impossible during this lifetime.

Guys tried to talk to me but I didn't give them the time of day and then I met Harry and somehow, he was teaching me to be more open and to love myself. He made me feel special. I never felt like this with or towards anyone.

That feeling I have around him is addicting. I wanted to feel it always.

We got out and I couldn't help but admire Harry's cute outfit. He was in yellow shorts and a white button up beach style shirt. It was perfect for a day like this. The sun was shining and the weather was warm. It wasn't the typical fall day.

"You look beautiful" Harry pulls me close to him as we approach the owner. I had on a simple yellow sun dress with black sandals. It had been awhile since I ditched the skirt and heels. I could actually be myself around Harry and do things I thought were impossible.

My persona was business but now it was different, much. I didn't see a future for a while and now I see it and it feels like I could touch it. It was a faint view and if the wind blew too hard, it would disappear. I didn't want that to happen.

So close but yet so far away.

I was an over thinker and living in the moment was exactly what I needed.

Harry was a great distraction. I feel like I'm not hard to love around him. It amazes me that I'm this capable of caring about someone as much as I do harry in such little time. It was just the type of person he was though, his soul was easy to admire and love. 

It deserved every ounce I was able to fuel.

One day at a time. I remind myself just as Harry hands me a wooden basket.

"Raspberries first?" He questions and I nod.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"Of course. You can ask me anything and I'll try to be as open as possible." It was true. I was able to let him in. It was another easy thing, you didn't question trust around harry. You can just tell he isn't that type of person. What I tell him wouldn't hit another's ear.

"What was your childhood like?" That was yet another great thing about Harry and even myself. We could read about each other for days but we know first hand that it isn't always the truth. The gossip sites have dug their hands into us and I get it, that is their job but it sucks.

"It was tough. My birth dad left and my mom was never home. She loved her job more than she loved me. I always craved for that attention but never got it. I was more like a burden to her." We both picked a handful of raspberries before moving onto the blueberries.

"Did you ever get that closure from her before she passed?" I shake my head.

"No. She needed closure from me more than anything. She trashed my dad for years but she was able to do the same.. abandoned me. She thought just because she provided me with a future, that she was better. We didn't have much of a relationship. We did a little before her death. It was harder on me because I wanted that years ago and she couldn't give that to me."

We sit down under a tree to rest. I couldn't help but eat a couple of blueberries.

"I fear that I'll be like her." I add. Both of our backs were up against the large tree trunk, our legs extending in front of us but one of mine freely crossed over his knee. My dress was flowy enough to not show anything if anyone happened to pass by.

"I never took time for myself growing up either. I focused so much on my job that being young wasn't much of an option and truthfully, until I met you, I was fine with that." I look up at him. The regret in his voice was clear.

"I think everything happens for a reason. It still doesn't suck any less though. I sometimes still blame my mother for my lack of happiness. It is my life now, I know. I always thought I deserved a shitty one." I inhale slowly.

We both felt the same. We are hard on ourselves because we were once hopeless for love and hated feeling like that so we learned to block out happiness with temporary fun.

"Money is nice to have and thanks to our parents, we have that but it isn't everything. I've learnt that over the years, the only way to escape was pretending to be normal but then I wasn't pretending. I like the small and simple things life has to offer. It makes me feel like my childhood wasn't completely ripped away."

I look up at Harry and hold back a laugh as he tosses a blueberry above his head to catch with his mouth but fails to do so. His face turns into a pout.

"You know, I noticed you from the corner of the bar when you walked in. I think everybody did. You had a presence that was so alluring, it was impossible to miss. You don't pay much attention to people around you but trust me, they look." I blush at his words.

"I didn't think I was going to go home with a stranger that night." I admit.

"Me either but I also couldn't leave without knowing you. I got lucky."

I lean up to peck his cheek.

I wanted to ask where do we go from here? What does this mean? He could be the right person but the wrong time and that is scary. I wish I could jump inside his head for a day. To know how he feels and what he thinks when he thinks about me.

"I have a Halloween party coming up at work and I was w-"

"Yes." He interrupts me.

"You didn't let me finish." I frown.

"I heard about your Halloween parties actually. I heard they were fun. A guy from my work went once and he never shut up about it. I'm starting to think you were the girl he was talking about." I rolled my eyes.

"Didn't matter. I didn't care enough to get his name. I was thinking we could do matching costumes. I know you might not be into that though."

"If that is what you want, I'll suck it up. Why, what are you thinking?

"Beauty and the Beast."

"I'll have my assistant find me the best costume she can find." I couldn't help but explode with bliss. His small smile turns into a wicked smirk as his hand starts rubbing my leg that was half propped on his knee before it traveled further up and eventually under my dress.

I bite my bottom lip.

"We are in public harry." I look around. The place was empty besides the owner and who I assume are his employees. We only met them a couple times while picking. We could totally get by with it.

"Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'

And it sounds just like a song

I want more berries and that summer feelin'

It's so wonderful and warm"

He started singing and I couldn't help but burst out in laughter.

"Did you write that yourself? Just now?" He nods.

"Lets not let the sun go to waste then." I smirk before straddling him.

"Aren't you scared we will get caught by someone?"

"No. Are you?" He shakes his head.

"What could be the worst outcome? If we get banned, I'll find another berry farm." I grab his face with both hands before kissing him slowly. His lips were like sugar, so sweet and you could never get enough.

He was my never ending sweet sugar high.